The Wolf Pack - Chocolate City lyrics

[Production by Robert Brown & DJ Clash] [Intro: Mister Cee] I be the cruddy one that they call the DJ Mister Cee With the whole Wolf Pack in the place to be Better known as the Chocolate City So Scoob Lover, huh, are ya with me? [Verse One: Scoob Lover] Yo, I break punks up like a fight. Give me the mic, I'm hype (Damn kid, you're starvin' for life) Cause people be tellin' me, brothers be gellin' me Tryin' to get fame from my name but they chumps and they bu*t-soft They know I'm wilder than a dog with hot sauce A mic, a stage, a crowd, and I won't stop: I set it off and get live like an alarm clock People thought Scoob and Scrap was just a nickname; Now that we rap, we sell more records than c**aine Awww, shucks, now I'm back from the down-low Here comes Scoob with the curly afro No chemical reaction, no need for askin', pure satisfaction My last name's Jackson You slip up, I get ill -- my boot to your grill My nine k**s, I'm Big Scoob from Brownsville The world's greatest lover, the chaaaaa-clate brother... [Chorus] Who's the committee? (CHOCOLATE CITY!) 3x Scrap Lover are ya with me? [Verse Two: Scrap Lover] Yo, I drop science kinda like a pigeon; Over rough tracks I tax any midget with a small digit Smooth and mild but complicated I put the crowd to to smashed like a driver that's intoxicated Rappers write rhymes, and talk about guns and jail But wouldn't squeeze a lemon in a co*ktail Don't say "huh?" or "what?", and don't ask who Cuz if you hear me, I must be talkin' to you You probably thought I couldn't steal it, cuz I was a dancer I didn't have a chance, but ya'll can k** it You gotta be off your rocker I'm lettin' s**ers know that Scrap got more soul than Foot Locker And if you heard I got sk**s, believe it's true; Suggest for Pete Rock, for reminiscin' over you It's not a threat, it's a bet, cuz hey The last s**er who tried woulda been 25 today [Chorus] Who's the committee? (CHOCOLATE CITY!) 3x Big Daddy are ya with me? [Verse Three: Big Daddy Kane] Yo-yo-yo-yo, look out, get out the way! Here comes the K the A the N the E -- huh, ya better flee Cuz I don't need no hoodie to be hard, shoot: I'll k** a n***a in a three-piece suit I don't be havin' it so the rear I'll attack A size-15 to the bu*tocks, a-matter-fact A hard-core blow to the face I'll provide To give you a Crooked eye, just like St. Ides Leave you home and you must be screamin' and yellin'; Not even Kool Moe Dee shades can hide your swellin' I bring it rough, tough; I said that I was Browner than Bobby, so you know that it's good enough I'm untouchable to rappers my size You dreamed of beatin' me, you better wake up and apologize Some claim to be a Daddy or Poppa But with me, you'd have no Ranks if your name was Shabba [Chorus] Who's the committee? (CHOCOLATE CITY!) 3x Now you know you'd too like to be with it... [Verse Four: Li'l Daddy Shane] Shane, I cause pain, I make it rain I'm wearin' and tearin' down to the last grain Ha, I'm not a chocolate brother, but I dont' mourn Cuz I swear this vanilla kid got it goin' on So don't even step to me if you're worth nothin' Because I just might hurt somethin' My competition thinks twice, cuz yo, for a young n***a, I'm kinda nice... [Laree Williams, singing] Ooooooooooooohhhh! Chocolate City are ya with meeeee?! Scoob and Scrap and Mister Cee! Kane and Shane and Laaaarrrrreeeeeee! Kaaaaaane....would your black a** sing it for mee-heee?! [Kane] Ohhh, ho, sh** yeahhhh! [laughter]